Zuan suddenly felt that having such a lackey wasn't so bad. Suddenly remembering something, he put his arm around Zuan's shoulder and pulled him aside: "There's a family competition tomorrow. Are there any betting sites in the city?"

Cheng Shouping nodded subconsciously: "Yes, most people still favor our Chu family, like betting on the odds of the young lady winning..."

Zuan interrupted directly, "Leaving aside everyone else, what are my odds?"

Cheng Shouping's expression was strange, and he quietly extended one finger.

"1 to 10?" Zuan frowned. "That's a bit low, but it's still not bad."

He was about to reach for the silver notes in his pocket when Cheng Shouping hurriedly interrupted him: "Young master, it's not 1 to 10, it's 1 to 100."

I thought my proud son-in-law would be furious upon hearing this news, but to my surprise, he was overjoyed: "Hahaha, 1 to 100? This is heaven's help! I'm going to be rich!"

Cheng Shouping blinked, wondering if his son-in-law had gone mad from the shock.

Zuan suddenly realized something and hurriedly asked, "Who's running this betting shop? It's not Silver Hook Casino again, is it?"

Last time, the Silver Hook Gambling House lost 7.5 million taels of silver and couldn't even pay it back. If it happens again this time, they wouldn't be able to pay it back even if they sold them all.

Cheng Shouping shook his head: "No, last time the Silver Hook Gambling House was defeated by you, young master, which greatly damaged its strength and reputation. Business has become increasingly sluggish, and other families and forces in the city have also quietly withdrawn from the gambling business."

Zuan's eyes lit up: "That's perfect! Here, I have 20,000 taels of silver. Go out and bet on me to win!"

He had just taken it out when he felt something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he took back 10,000 taels: "Never mind, 10,000 taels will do."

The arithmetic level of this world is indeed terrible. You can tell from the odds of these gambling dens that their risk control is really bad. If there is a big upset, it is enough to make them lose everything. For example, the Silver Hook Gambling Den lost 7.5 million taels in one go last time.

Therefore, he was worried that the same problem would occur again. No matter how much he won, it would be a waste if the other party couldn't pay him back. It would be better to win less, within the other party's tolerance, so that he could still get cash. So after thinking it over, he only decided to bet 10,000 taels.

Cheng Shouping hurriedly said, "Young master, we can't just squander money like this even if we have too much. Isn't betting like this just throwing money away?"

"You don't know anything. Just do as I say. I can't go out right now, so you go and place the bets for me." Zuan snorted.

Cheng Shouping muttered to himself, "If you're so confident, why did you suddenly take back 10,000 taels? Some people might complain about winning too much money. In the end, it's just that you lack confidence and want to lose less money."

"What did you say?" Zu'an glared at him irritably.

"It's nothing," Cheng Shouping said with an awkward smile, then said seriously, "Young master, gambling is strictly forbidden in the Chu family, I wouldn't dare to break the law."

“You can just keep it a secret from others,” Zu’an stuffed a hundred-tael silver note into his clothes. “Alright, alright, this is your errand fee. We’ll give you a share of the profits after we win.”

Cheng Shouping's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his expression: "Alright, I'll go and do it for you right away!" After saying that, he ran out in a flash.

Zuan was stunned. Could this guy have run away with his money? But then he thought about how servants in this world had indentures, and how dangerous the outside world was. Where could he have gone?

As Cheng Shouping walked towards the gambling den, he secretly pondered that his son-in-law had only bet 10,000 taels on him because he felt embarrassed by the fact that everyone was pessimistic about his odds. After all, he had 7.5 million taels, so 10,000 taels was nothing to him, and it was worth it to save face.

However, as the son-in-law's page, I must help him solve his problems. How can I just watch him lose money? Hmph, I've decided to bet on his opponent to win. That way, even if the son-in-law loses, he'll still get some money and will definitely praise me for being sensible.

Haha, I'm such a clever little devil.

When Zu'an returned to his courtyard, he was suddenly startled, because Old Man Mi was already waiting there.

"Senior, you've arrived?" Zu An was as well-behaved as could be at this moment, showing none of his usual troublemaking nature.

Old Man Mi grunted and said, "Your progress was so fast last time that I was so shocked that I forgot to remind you. The 'Sunflower Illusion' technique that I taught you before, you must not use it during tomorrow's competition unless it is a matter of life and death or as a last resort. Otherwise, it may bring you death."

"Huh?" Zu An was dumbfounded. All his hard work in practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique had been for nothing?